Chapter 51 Her Words Turned Into Venom

• I adjusted Isabella’s seat-belt and leaned back in my seat, exhaling deeply. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I stared at the empty road ahead, but my mind wasn’t focused on driving.
• I turned my head slightly, my gaze falling on Isabella. She was fast asleep, her features soft under the dim light filtering in through the windows.
• Without thinking, I reached out and gently brushed my fingers against her cheek. Her skin was warm and delicate, and I found myself tracing the curve of her face with my fingertips.